My yard is underwater again. It's actually in somewhat worse shape, because of everything that washed away two weeks ago. There is a chipmunk hiding in the heat pump outside unit. It is surrounded by rising water, which is a worry by itself, but Mr Peabody is rapidly spending his hero points by frantically barking and circling the unit, making him noisy, sodden and red-clay-colored.
I still have to put the molding back on my damaged door.
It's raining in my bathroom. I cleared enough stuff out of the attic to see that it's not properly sealed around the vent stack. I'm about to go the the attic and spray expanding foam wildly in the hopes I can at least reduce the leak, since roofers are in short supply since the Great Deluge. (Did I mention I had to clear stuff out of the attic? My attic is four feet high at its tallest. Also, apparently my obsessive hoarding of cardboard boxes was worse than I thought.)
It's going to cost $600 plus, which will be paid with negative money, to replace the speedometer in my truck, which currently says I am either driving 0 or 70 MPH. It turns out to be unexpectly complex because, apparently to prevent odometer tampering, they have to order the part while they have the car in their possession and keep the car until it's installed. They'll give me a rental, but I hate rentals.
What would be a near perfect job for my background (Web copy and planning for an energy company) appeared in my mailbox, unlooked for, but I don't know if I can bear to get up every day and go to an office again. The freelancing is at a pretty grim point right now, though. I guess I should at least apply.
I spilled coffee on my beloved microsoft ergonomic mouse, and now it won't talk to the computer. My backup mouse sucks.
Also, I think I'm rusting.